Public Perception of Parkinson’s Disease in the streets of Saint Louis du Sénégal (Part I)

As we were strolling down a quiet Quai Giraud around 11pm last night (near where the grilled meat man sells his evening brochettes – his mother-goat with her red collar and fawn colour fur, free by day to forage the nearby streets; in the late evenings spooning with her master the grilled meat man for warmth in the riverside chill), Abdoukhadre was addressed by a young woman standing in front of her family home, her chin flicking inquisitively in my direction: “Daffa ragal dox?”  Is she afraid to walk?